On a Saturday night/Sunday morning the street outside the KFC close to where I live looks like a fucking charnel house.
Bones all over the frigging place, boxes, tissues, empty cans, paper cups…you name it it’s there.
There are 4 waste bins outside the KFC shop 
Garbage collects in my yard. I get candy wrappers and Taco Bell wrapper paper and occasional pop cans. Never beer cans, strangely.
I always wonder if the person throwing away the Chewy Sweetart wrapper is the same one throwing away the burrito supreme wrapper. A meal, then dessert!
I hear ya. It’s godamned hard to cram more than $25,000 or $30,000 of $100 bills into one of those dinky fucking tubes without a left over envelope taking up room.
Or the $123.07 in loose pennies I found in the fountain!
Is it only possible to view the bank envelope as the customer’s trash?
After all, did the customer ask for an envelope in addition to their cash and/or receipt?
I am often ever-so-slightly miffed by the fact that after I slip the cash and receipt in my wallet, and coins in my pocket, I have an envelope in my car which I must dispose of.
I suggest that the appropriate solution would be for the bank to provide a handy trash slot in which the customer could deposit the envelope before driving away. Or redesigning the process such that envelopes are not needed - perhaps by using a paperclip, attaching a clip/pouch inside the canister, etc.
Of course, the bank envelope is but a little sibling to the airline ticket jacket.
Has anyone, anywhere had any desire or use for the stupid folder they put around your ticket/boarding pass?
I blame the all-powerful paper products/envelope makers lobby for encouraging such practices.
Just to be a putz, may I ask why you don’t get out of your friggin’ car and actually go inside the bank to transact your business?
Get out and walk somewhere? Are you fucking insane?
Because we have enough people who, if we don’t include an envelope with everything in it, will let something flutter out and not see it and drive off, then come back and bitchbitchbitchbitch that we did something to her things! We even had a lady forget her license, we called her and left a message, and she drives up SCREAMING that she needs her license, when she knows full well that she forgot it in the tube. At least an envelope will thunk out, and when filled, won’t get easily blown away in a strong breeze.
Going inside is a different matter; you only (at my credit union) get an envelope if you ask for it or if I ask you and you say yes.
Yeah, but then you’d have me pitting you for thinking that the drive-thru is an acceptable parking space.
I give the person in front of me 15 seconds from the time they grab the tube to the time they pull away. That’s plenty of time to get the envelope, perform a quick scan to make sure all the money is there (assuming they’re making a withdrawl), put the tube back, and get the hell out of my way.
I’m curious to know what you do if they take 20 seconds, or even 30? I mean, you GIVE them 15, which is very gentlemanly, but what happens when they run long? Do you rear end them? Drive away? What?
At exactly 16 seconds he starts mumbling about the state of the world today and how people are assholes. They never know what hit them.
Hey Dio, why don’t you just throw the envelope out the window. After all it’s not YOUR garbage and besides I’m sure the bank hires people to clean up their parking lot.
Um…because I’m not an asshole?
Cite? 
Hmmm, no that can’t be the reason. Maybe some kind of community conciousness or something.
Ok, I’m not an asshole in every conceivable respect. :rolleyes:
I was trained as a pup not to litter. It would feel uncormfortable and wrong to me to throw trash out the window – in the same way that it would feel uncomfortable and wrong to deliberately piss my pants.
Well , I was just kidding around. What are the chances that a guy who gets livid about an envelope in a tube would feel comfortable throwing trash out his window.
What I’d probably actually do was leave both envelopes in there when I was done.
Why, I glare at them while thinking “Hey Dinkus! Wanna move your shit already??”.
If they happen to be a telepath who is looking in their rear view mirror, they’re usually suitably chastised.
If you don’t want an envelope, just say “No envelope needed” After enough visits, the tellers will most likely remember your request without having to be told.
I can field this one.
Because it’s as hot as a sauna on the face of the goddamn sun and I’d rather not reenact that scene in The Terminator whereby Ahnold gets sucked out of the building and lands on the Martian surface. You remember what happened there, don’t you? I’ve only had to learn that lesson once to remember not to get out of the car if I don’t have to.
Plus, there’s probably all kinds of other detritus strewn about the parking lot you’d have to walk through, and then you’d have a whole 'nother rant on your hands.
That was “Total Recall”.